The loveliest things in life are often hidden in the shadows.

Whenever possible, Scylla liked to be the one to answer calls at her border. Today she was home, lounging about since she'd patrolled and finished her work early in the day. When the howl rang out, the diminutive Sovereign peeled herself from the comfortable pile of furs beside one of the many common area fires. With a long, languid stretch, the woman made her way towards the falls.

Dexterous paws knew these lands by heart by now and the little fae practically flew from one end of the territory to the other, muscle memory following the path of least resistance. In time, her slight frame parted from the foliage and there she was, The Sovereign of Obscura.

Padding towards the invisible line in the sand, blue and grey eyes brazenly inspected the colorful youngling. Coming up before him, Scylla lifted one brow, head tilting slightly. "What might I be able to help you with?"

"Scylla"